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My light thou art, without thy glorious
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light
Thou art my way,

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…Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections,
The absent love fades, a new one takes its place
With Menelaus away,
Helen's disinclination for

Not while the fever of the blood is strong,
The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless The poet-sould to help and soothe with song
Not then she bids his trembling lips express T...

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Know,
Celia, since thou art so proud,'Twas I that gave thee thy renown
Thou hadst in the forgotten
Of common beauties lived

NG thou art fair,
I bar not thy false playing,
But let not me poor soul know of thy straying
Nor do I give thee counsel to live chaste,

Justus quidem tu es,
Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: quare via impiorum prosperatur
Thou art indeed just,
Lord, if I contend   With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just

Why art thou chang'd
O Phaon
tell me why
Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay;

Justus quidem tu es,
Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar adte: quare via impiorum prosperatur
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The noble art of Losing Face may one day save the Human Race and turn into eternal merit what weaker minds would call disgrace

With shirt wide open at the collar,
Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;
Our conscience, dreams, the night and love,
Are as chessmen covered by its hands